Gary Allan - Highway Junkie Lyrics
Album: Black Dog (Original Soundtrack) [MCA] 1998Track 4A hundred cups of coffee,Five hundred cigarettesA thousand miles of highwayAnd I ain't forgot her yetBut I keep on movin',I keep movin' down the lineThere ain't nothin' in my mirrorJust a cloud of dust and smokeWhat do you expectWhen some ole trucker's heart gets brokeYeah, a trucker's heart gets brokeBut them big wheels of rubberGonna rub her off my mindWell I'm a highway junkieAnd I need that old white lineTen miles outta' NashvilleI was doin' a hundred and oneState boy pulled me overHe said Where's the fire son?Said Where's the fire son?I said man there ain't no fireI'm just runnin' from a flameSo go on an write your ticket, man,But I aint the one to blameThat county judge tried to rob me blindBut them big wheels of rubberGonna rub her off my mindWell I'm a highway junkieAnd I need that old white line--- Instrumental ---So I rolled on down to Memphis,I had nothin' left to looseWanted to hear some rock n' rollBut all they played was bluesI didn't wanna hear no bluesSo I went to call up ElvisBut Roger Miller grabbed the phoneHe said drive that eighteen wheeler boyYou're the king of the roadSaid I was the king of the roadBut them big wheels of rubberGonna rub her off my mindWell I'm a highway junkieAnd I need that old white lineI said I'm a highway junkie, man,And I need that old white line...
